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“Going back to our room?” There’s a blushing, questioning note in his voice, too. Is reality hitting him the way it’s hitting me?

“I think a little privacy is a good idea,” I agree, kissing his cheek as I cover myself up. “We’ll have to sneak in. I can’t believe... I would never act like that. In public. Near my family!” I cover my face with my hands for a minute. “What is the matter with me?”

“I bring out the beast in ye, my love,” Craig purrs. “Y’ certainly bring out the wolf in me.”

11: Knots to Be Tied

Ihave to tell her. What if Idon’ttell her? She doesn’t need to know I’m a wulver. Not tonight, anyway.

I could make love without knotting. Hundreds of supernatural beings go about their lives—including their hookups and random dates—without revealing the truth. But Minnie’s more than random. We work together. We’re here together. I offered her forever and a day, no, forever and a week, and she didn’t say no.

I have to tell hersomething.“I’ve been wishing you were mine since the day we met,” I tell her as we topple into the hotel room, the last bits of sand falling from our clothes and hair. “I didn’t come on this trip to try to woo you, but it happened. This isn’t just part of the vacation for me, Minerva. Not just part of the act. If you don’t feel the same, you have to tell me now.”

There. That’s a good start (even though it feels terrible, like I took all the risks in one heady breath between feverish kisses).

Minnie nuzzles her face into my chest as her dress drops to the floor. My hands rush to catch her perfect breasts, plump, full ovals with such tight, crinkly centers. My cock threatens to muscle its way out of its confines, conscience and moral codes be damned.

“I want you, too, not only as a cover. I’ve been telling myself for weeks that if I’d just opened my eyes, if I’d just been more observant, I could have had you here with me as my real partner. I feel like an idiot that someone so amazing was right under my nose the whole time.” She looks up at me with her dark lashesfloating over starry, wide eyes. “I tried to pump the brakes, to tell myself to slow down. I asked myself if I was settling for a sweet, supportive man like you when I still wanted someone who could make my heart race. And then you showed up in my dream and made it come true... Oh, Craig!” Her voice soars in sudden giddy happiness that lights my soul. “Someone who can make me feel safe and excited? That’s something I stopped looking for. They’re all bad boys or boring guys, and nothing in between. And then I found you.”

“Oh, sweetness. I’m in between, all right.” Between a werewolf and a human, between ready to ram you into next week and ready to drop on one knee as soon as you smile at me. “I’m not so very exciting. I am rather boring. But I’ll chase you down whenever you like, and I’ll never say no to trying to make you happy.” I release her breasts as her dress falls to the floor. “Unless y’ want me to share,” I warn, eyes suddenly narrow and brogue coming out in a snarl. “I want you to be mine. All for me, d’ye ken?”

“Whatever that means, yes. I want the same things. Loyalty and love and...” Minerva’s hand boldly slides into my khakis and grips my rigid cock, “and this monster. Holy shit, Craig. Are you for real?”

“Some people might not think so,” I let out a strained laugh. “I have my secrets. I think you’re about to discover one of them. D’you trust me?”

“Baby, you’ve been keeping my secrets for weeks. Lay it on me.”

“Well, y’see... I’m built a bit different.”

CRAIG’S COCK IS THEsize of the optimistic silicone toy I bought at one of those in-home adult toy parties. You know, the kind that people throw when they’re young and naughty or olderand done pretending that toys aren’t awesome accessories that belong in every bedroom.

I tried to use that toy once—I believed the adage of bigger is better.

No. It wasn’t.

Not then, anyway. In the dark, I run my hands over Craig’s thighs, feeling the dips of muscle that surprise me. He looks like such a mild-mannered desk jockey most of the time. Seeing his four-pack abs at the beach was a shock, but feeling the ridges and hills of muscles that exist all over his body...

“Perfect specimen. Anatomy model, aren’t you?” I purr, working my hands to the main event, that massive member. “Is that the secret? You’re a fitness model? You’re a gym rat?”

“I belong to a local club. A neighborhood watch, you might say. I do a lot of walking and uhh... Well, it’s kind of like parkour, I guess.”

“Makes sense. How you could run so fast on the sand,” I trail off with a cluck of my tongue and then wrap my hands around the long, wide shaft. A dim sliver of yellow light flows around the half-closed bathroom door, and I can see that he’s not quite what I’m used to. He’s not deformed, but he’s different. The head of his cock tapers and is almost heart-shaped, with slick, pink skin. As my mouth descends around the tip, my hand halts at something hard and fleshy.

A cyst? A massive cyst?

“I... Some people in my family have these spare bits of erectile tissue, love.Bulbis glandis, I’ve heard it called. A scientific term for a ruddy big knot on the shaft. It’s nothing harmful or contagious. It certainly doesn’t have to end up inside you. If you don’t like it, I bet there are other things we can do,” Craig tells me, his breathing ragged as I flick the tip of my tongue over his head and keep my hand gliding up and down.

“That... That thing goes inside some women?”

“Only when they want it. Depends on how much you like being filled,” he explains.

The way he says “filled” is orgasmic. An actual shudder and ripple rolls through my hips as I slide my mouth over him and start to suck in earnest.

Craig’s hands tangle in my hair, and he lets out a groan that they can probably hear down on the beach. Don’t give a shit. Too busy wondering why I’m about to come just from his cock jabbing the back of my throat, why I like the sudden loss of breath, how come I want his hands in my hair— “Ow! Your ring is caught in my hair, babe,” I say as my pump and suck abruptly comes to a halt.

“Let me just—”

“I got it.” I grab the ring and twist, working to free it from his hand first and my hair second.

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